I’d like to fly, have the freedom of a bird.

Cross the oceans and the land, spirited away.

The flames of a fire pull the strings in my mind.

The starry night sky, will make magic happen.

The world displays beauty, chosen by the beholder.

Happiness falls into the arms of those who believe.

Emotions are forced to the limits of complexity.

Surrounded simply by wonder I provoke no answer.

L.Mytton, June 2010